Tag Archives: Death

Twenty6

Twenty6 A to Z. All of them. The let­ters in my words drift away, unmoored, torn away, taken down, by a rip cur­rent. I have twenty6 to work in to some­thing to say, but they, like me, are em ty. … Con­tinue read­ing

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Hard at Work

Ever feel like you are watch­ing over things that don’t mat­ter? Who is it that does that watch­ing? The thin line between per­sonal may­hem, utter apa­thy or extreme vio­lence is that we don’t know the time of our dying. If … Con­tinue read­ing

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I’m Listening, Because This Matters

Tak­ing pot­shots at the places I place my atten­tion. I attend to the sick at work. My atten­tion is riv­eted on my work much of the day. I make up sto­ries about it mat­ter­ing. My life does inter­sect with your … Con­tinue read­ing

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Metronome

We stand side by side wav­ing our arms beat­ing time in the wind beau­ti­ful and sense­less. I can’t get away from the tur­bines. The sound is the pla­cen­tal rhythm, the wind cut by the blade is the same as the … Con­tinue read­ing

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As the Shadows, Long

god, the uni­verse, the not-me, the power, the void, noth­ing at all: Like the arm on a skeet trap fling­ing clay, auto­matic, relent­less fling­ing a spin­ning disc to water, fly­ing, the crit­i­cal first few rev-o-lu-tions deter­mine entry angle, pro­vid­ing work for sooth­say­ers who … Con­tinue read­ing

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Part (for Jean)

In spite of the sure­ness of this ground and what I can see and the breath in my mouth and the love of my child, In spite of the sor­row that blan­kets the sick, the poor, the lonely; my god, … Con­tinue read­ing

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Objects are Closer

If I could look in reverse in my life I might see that the end was always com­ing along for the ride from the begin­ning. My son was born per­fect and yet there he is, sev­eral days later, with a decay­ing … Con­tinue read­ing

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Untitiled 47

Untitiled 47 Con­tinue read­ing

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Impending

Impending Con­tinue read­ing

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Inevitable Con­tinue read­ing

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